Since Aimee asked, an update. The Nymph gets here tonight. As far as I’m concerned, today is Valentine’s Day, not yesterday.

And now, if you will excuse me, I need to go excavate a closet for her, and do what I can to sweep away the more uncivilized bits of evidence of my erstwhile bachelor existence. Like, you know, anything that involves live mold colonies.

Life is good. And getting better.